Isn't it funny how a situation can be hilarious to you but traumatizing to someone else? That is how the situation with Bulldog is for me and Bells. I still chuckle about it to myself today, and up until the tailgate, the whole ordeal still gave her panic attacks.
Back in the day when things were cool, Bells and I went to a party at this club called The Bourbon Room. I remember it being a good time, and at some point, Bells and I took a seat at a booth to sip on our drinks. While we were being grown and sexy, Bulldog and one of his frat brothers walked over to our booth. I could tell from Bells's face that she was annoyed. I wasn't. I had gotten to know Bulldog from my Small Group Communication class. He had a reputation for being a little extra, but he was cool and funny once you got to know him. He and his friend said hi to us both, but it was clear that Bulldog had made his way over to talk to Bells.
"Can I get you a drink?" Bulldog asked Bells.
Bells smiled and told Bulldog, "No, thank you, I already have a drink."
I felt kind of bad in that moment. I knew that sting of being ignored by guys, but it had to sting worse to approach a woman and be rejected.
Bulldog stood there for a second, as if he was about to say something, but instead, he pulled out his bare pe*is and made it swirl in a circle right there at the booth!
I rocked back and forth for a full minute before letting out an explosive laugh! I'm not going to lie, I peed on myself a little.
"Brother Bulldog, what are you doing?!" his frat brother exclaimed before pushing him away from the table.
Needless to say, Bells didn't think that the incident was funny then, and she definitely doesn't think it is funny now.
"If I see him at homecoming, I am going to scream," she told me the week or so before we were to leave for New Orleans.
"He's married with kids now. I'm sure he's not still whipping out his ween and showing it to people," I offered.
"I don't care," she said sternly.
It is so funny how times have changed. If Bulldog had tried that today with a girl, he would have been arrested, thrown out of school, canceled, then put in a rocket and shot to the sun, and no one would have thought twice about it. Back then, the whole thing was just a highlight in a night out story to be told over breakfast.
I assumed that Bulldog was going to be at homecoming, and I was right. He is full of school spirit, and he is also cool with one of Bells's best buds. At some point during the tailgate, her friend facilitated a brief convo between the two that, according to Bells, ended in a handshake.
"See. Now you all are besties," I joked.
"I wouldn't go that far," she griped.
Here's hopin' 😊
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